Porsha, Porsha, Porsha!

Let me talk my ish…


When this season of the Real Housewives of Atlanta first started to air I couldn’t stand Ms. Porsha Stewart. She came off as a ditz and to be honest not even a funny likeable ditz, she was BORING. I couldn’t believe someone with an actual legacy would do a reality show. It also surprised me that she seemed for unlearned, I mean it seemed like she hadn’t read or travelled or lived really. The words she mangled, “perturd” comes to mind, weren’t even funny.

About two weeks ago I started to actually feel sorry for her. She suffered from a “too busy being pretty syndrome.” It seemed she lacked not only direction in her life, but also a bankable or buildable skill set. While everyone else was going to school, working and or hustling she was too busy enjoying the perks of being pretty and bubbly and that’s not a bad thing if you also build on your talent or interests. People around her might have pumped her up and soothed her with the promise of marrying a man with prestige.

She probably thought the way to keep him was to submit to him and keep him happy. This philosophy neglects our own happiness. I am a traditional woman and the bible does say that wives should submit to their husbands, but it also says that husbands should submit to their wives. This latter is the point Porscha missed.

I don’t know her, duh, but she seemed so lost and grasping for her own identity. It almost seemed that she didn’t know what she liked or disliked. Her identity does not seem to be based on who she is and what she can do, but rather the things and people around her. I think she came on the show to find something to do, to find an identity.

What makes Porscha’s situation even sadder it that the ladies tried to tell her to find her voice and she went so hard for her dad, excuse me, husband. Then the dirt bag took her dream in not allowing her to return to the show then filed for divorce papers according to rumors AND did so without telling Porsha, blind sighting her and make her look like a dang fool.

Now I’m rooting for Porsha, I hope she has had her fill of humble pie. (Remember she was like maybe if you blah, blah, blah you’d get a husband and she said that was Kenya Moore old and irrelevant?) Actually, I wouldn’t mind if she returned to the show to show her progress or maybe tell the world who she is.

Did anyone see this? LOL! Miley Cyrus Twerk Video

I am a...

Melancholic.

Well I have a melancholic temperament, but it's not a bad thing. According to The Four Temperaments Type via Wikipedia, "the melancholic temperament is fundamentally introverted and is given to thought. Melancholic people often are perceived as very (or overly) pondering and are both considerate and very cautious. They are organized and schedule oriented, often planning extensively. Melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry, art, and invention - and are sensitive to others. Because of this sensitivity and their thoughtfulness they can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world and are susceptible to depression and moodiness. Often they are perfectionists. Their desire for perfection often results in a high degree of personal excellence but also causes them to be highly conscientious and difficult to relate to because others often cannot please them. They are self-reliant and independent, preferring to do things themselves in order to meet their standards. One negative part of being a melancholic is that they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of other issues. Their caution enables them to prevent problems that the more impulsive sanguine runs into, but can also cause them to procrastinate and remain in the planning stage of a project for very long periods. Melancholics prefer to avoid much attention and prefer to remain in the background; they do, however, desire recognition for their many works of creativity."

The melancholic motto,"You have the problem, not me."

Bingo, ding, ding, ding. That's me, not 100%, but very close more like 75%. I'm not one to believe that I have no control over who I am, my actions or destiny or that it's all in the stars. I believe that science including medical exploration, psychology, and the like are tools from God. Yes, free will can have people use tools as for good or evil, but they are still tools. Learning about new temperaments and personality traits and stuff is not only fun, but can also help find strengths and weaknesses in addition to helping find resolutions that are best for you. 

There are actually Five Temperaments see the Temperament Overview below for more information and take the test below for fun.

Temperament Overview

Take the Four Temperaments Test, personality test.

Kenya Moore Gone With The Wind Fabulous Official Music Video

I am so #TEAMKENYAMOORE. Ms. Moore is the woman I sometimes wish I had the courage to be, hunty. I don't mean it like, oh I wish I were Kenya Moore and not myself. I mean I wish I had the courage to just say what's on my mind and flaunt my fabulosity. Not only is she drop dead gorgeous, intelligent and funny as hell she's also a Detroit Girl, just like me. Excuse me, a Detroit Barbie just like me and we both went to Cass Technical High School. People go hard on Kenya like they go hard on Detroit, but people from the hustle and we hustle hard. They say we ghetto, but we say....

March 18



My Chalie looking like a feel.

So…

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. It seems like a lot, but still a little has taken place since last fall. I had good birthday, the holidays were fine; I made a turkey for the first time and cooked an entire Christmas dinner. My last project at work was a success, but I mean nothing life changing has happened, not even really a change in my routine and in addition to my usual change of weather blues I feel like I’m in a rut. Doing the things “they” recommend: setting new goals, writing a list of things to look forward to, making a basket list and exercising isn’t helping much.

Results take a while, the race is not given to the swift, Rome wasn’t built in a day, yadda, yadda, yes, yes…I WANT IT NOW, but what do I want? ANYTHING! Ugh…just a sign that a change is going to come. I’m not in a bad place or sad place, just the same place. So what am I going to do about it? There is no choice, really. I’ve got to keep living, take it one day at a time, work – out by work –out, cover letter by cover letter, class by class and prayer by prayer. Maybe the key is consistently finding inspiration to keep going or maybe I just need a date.